Stressed the ---- Out!!

Man ... I am starting to get a little stressed! Everything is starting to become too much!! I'm at breaking point. I don't know what is happening. There must be a blessing on the way for me, because everything that can go wrong is going wrong. PRAY for ME!

So as I've stated before, I'm ready to move out. Me and my mama ... man... sometimes we are the best of friends. Other times, though, she just makes me want to put a hole in the wall. I think that she is having a hard time letting me do me. I'm 22 years old and she acts like me and my little sister are the same age. [[My sister is 13]] Like the other day for example, she said that whatever I can do, my sister can do too. Now obviously that's not the case, because there is no way that a 13 year old could take a drink or get into a club. Hell there are even some clubs that I can't get into because I'm not old enough yet. The only thing is ... with the economy being the way that it is; this probably isn't the best time for anyone to try to make any major moves. I mean ... I know GOD is my source and all, but he also gave me the wisdom and knowledge to make sound choices. If the economy was booming and there would be money available to aid me in my quest to become debt-free after taking such a risk, then there would be no choice to make.

Speaking of MONEY, there doesn't seem to be enough to go around. George W. Bush's failed attempt at governing the country has the poor and middle classes of America walking around here looking crazy. The price of everything is going up, but somehow, my check is remaining the same. One would think that my check would increase with the price of gas, because just like it cost more to get the products there, it cost more to get ME there too. O' Fasho'. If the haters on my job have anything to say about it, not only will my check remain the same, but if I'm not careful ... I won't have a job to go to. But like the Minister Chris Madden said at Young People's Night on Sunday, "Your Haters Will Make You Greater".

Bills, Bills, Bills ... it's not just a song, it's becoming the story of my life. It's seems like all of my bills are due in the same week. I don't make the much to begin with, and on top of that everything is due. I'm going to have to get a new job that pays way more, just to stay a float. Either that or win the lotto. This is why I have to stay in school ... to pay off some of this debt.

I'm about to go back to hustle'n!! Cutting yards. Baby-sitting. Collecting cans. The whole nine